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|| Closed prompt for Will Graham 😈
Hannibal's eyes slid closed as he gave into the swirling hurricane of emotions that he had been feeling for quite some time where Will Graham was concerned. He held the back of Will's head and kissed him back with enough fervour to shake the ground, shake the walls, shake the world around them. His breathing became ragged as their lips disconnected, catching in his chest at Will's words.
“𝔗𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔢,” he whispered. “𝔄𝔫𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔯𝔢, 𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰.”
Will released the Dr's shirt and kissed along his jawline, his tongue slipping out to taste the male’s flesh, his breath ghosted over Hannibal’s skin as he kissed and nipped his way along the man's throat, pulse beating beneath. Will’s hands buried themselves deep in the Dr's hair, so smooth and silky, soft and so perfect for grabbing. He suckled a bruise into the male’s throat, marking him, claiming him as his hands travelled down to the man's shoulders dipping under Hannibal’s jacket and sliding it down those strong arms, letting it pool at his feet. He tried to suppress his desire, his yearning as he took in a deep inhale before tearing the silk shirt, buttons flew as he exposed the Dr's ivory flesh to the air. He dropped to his knees, deft fingers working to release the fastenings on the very organ he craved.
Will's actions said what his words didn't. That was the sort of man he was, easy yet difficult to read all at once. And Hannibal responded to it, every touch of desire, every nip, every kiss. He gave in, surrendered, submitted to his Will. He found he didn't even mind that Will had just torn one of his favourite shirts. He could always buy a new one, after all, but there was no replacing Will. Eyes hooded with yearning, he cast his gaze to Will's hands. Brushing them aside gently, he unfastened his own trousers and allowed them to pool to the floor. He untied his fine leather loafers and stepped out of them as well. He slid his hands under Will's sweater, feeling the firmness of his youthful flesh beneath his hands. Savouring the feeling as he slid the sweater up and pulled it off Will's body. A body he could drink in for eternity.
Will pursed his lips as his sweater was lifted above his head, was this something that Hannibal really wanted? was it something they both could live past if it was a one-night stand? would they have the friendship, no not friendship, acquaintance if they succumbed to their most basal desires to 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦. As the sweater was dropped to the floor Will took a deep breath and placed a hand on Hannibal's chest, it was warm and strong, secure and Will craved that more than anything right now, but he also knew there was a distinct possibility a wrong move could force everything out of sync. “𝒲𝒶𝒾𝓉,” he mumbled breathlessly; “𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒, 𝒟𝓇, 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉,” his eyes settled between his splayed fingers as they nestled within the hair on the Dr's chest. “𝒯𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝑜, 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓉’𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓂𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈.”
Will's plea stayed Hannibal's hands, if only momentarily. What was there to say? 𝕴'𝖛𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖒𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝕴 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖉 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚? 𝕴𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖊, 𝖎𝖙'𝖘 𝖆 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖞𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖋𝖗𝖊𝖊 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖕𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖘𝖙 𝖔𝖓 𝖑𝖔𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 𝖎𝖓? 𝕬𝖗𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖌𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖒𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖈𝖙𝖔𝖗 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖊 𝖜𝖊…
‘𝒯𝑜𝑜’?
“𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔢,” Hannibal whispered, near breathless from the realization.
Will's lips moved as he tried to formulate the words that raced around his mind.
“𝐼 𝓌… 𝒲𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝒥𝒶𝒸𝓀'𝓈 𝑜𝒻𝒻𝒾𝒸𝑒. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝐼 𝒻𝑒𝓁𝓉 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒,” he admitted remembering how he'd admonished Lecter by sternly telling the composed man to ‘𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓹 𝓹𝓼𝔂𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓵𝔂𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓮’ before he'd left the room.
Will’s fingers caressed the soft chest hair unable to meet Hannibal’s eyes, too afraid to see the dismissal he might find after all Alana had spurned his advances and Will was feeling fragile.
Hannibal's heart broke free from the last of its stone casing and leapt for something very like joy as he cupped the back of Will's head and crushed their lips together in their deepest, most passionate kiss yet. To the best of his ability, he poured that joy into Will through every kiss and nip, sending it through his fingertips as he caressed the other man's body.
A whimper left Will’s mouth as the kiss intensified, the feel of Hannibal's fingers over his body sent shivers of arousal down to his core, making his groin begin to flush with need. The agent pushed a thigh between the Dr's and ground his growing bulge on the expensive material of the other’s trousers. Fingers, they traced the silk flesh of Hannibal's tanned skin as he slipped them through the chest hair that adorned the male while Wills own lungs cried out for air. But Will kept delving into Hannibal's mouth, tasting and accepting and giving and devouring. Pressing flush against the wall of slender muscle; “𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊,” he mumbled.
Hannibal was nothing if not reciprocal. He needed Will too, with a fiery passion that consumed his being, consumed his thoughts as surely as Will's encephalitis had once consumed Will's own brain. Hannibal wanted his imprint engraved on everything in Will's life, just as Will had engraved himself into every part of Hannibal's. Every dish he prepared, every article he wrote, every picture he drew— 𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚, 𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖑, 𝖎𝖙'𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚. 𝕾𝖊𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖜. 𝕾𝖊𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝕴 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖔 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖘 𝕴 𝖉𝖎𝖉 𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊, 𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕴'𝖛𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖉 𝖆 𝖙𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚. He kissed back, clutched, held, 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥, with an intensity that defied conventional description. Time shattered and blended together again into precious moments, sparks of skin on skin, lips on lips and downwards. Hannibal had soon pressed Will onto the couch, divested of anything that might cover his flesh. Hannibal was now kneeling, in prayer and supplication, hoisting one of Will's legs over his shoulder as he began to envelop the profiler's most extravagant organ.
𝐻𝒾𝓈 heart raced and his skin came alive like a thousand sparks of electricity firing in a cacophony of rapture equating to what Will could only think of as heavens touch. Hannibal was a man of tenderness that Will had never attributed to the Dr whose calm exterior lacked emotion and sometimes expression. He swallowed as Hannibal took him apart like some intricate puzzle that needed reassembling in the most exquisite manner possible. Direct placement of fingertips, lips and tongue had Will arching in ecstasy mumbling a broken language of lovers that only those who succumbed to its desires could ever hope to understand. Those soft, gel backed strands enticed Wills hands to explore, scratch and pull upon Hannibal's scalp smiling at the thought of how he was making the male who feasted upon him become a mess in every sense of the word. Teeth nipped at his shaft and Will cried out pulling roughly upon Hannibal's hair forcing himself further into the man’s mouth, in his cry he had split his lip and he tasted blood on his tongue. “𝐿𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝑒,” Will commanded he wanted to see the debauched look within Hannibal's expression, the lust blown darkness within his eyes, the hunger upon his lips “𝐿𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝑒,” he commanded louder pulling the man from his length. “𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜… 𝓈𝑒𝑒.”
Hannibal's eyes had slid closed so he could concentrate on the scent and taste of Will, letting those senses envelop his world as surely as he enveloped the man. This was the first time in memory Hannibal had performed any kind of sex act without an agenda, with no other purpose than to satisfy his partner, to show him… things even Hannibal had no words for. An unfamiliar emotion, or set of emotions.
So when Will commanded his gaze, Hannibal was helpless but to obey. His bourbon-coloured eyes, clouded with desire, met Will's impossibly beautiful ones. Will had always had an endearing, scruffy-puppy-dog quality to him. That wasn't how he looked now. Now, he looked like an angel, laying bare before Hannibal every sin and desire he'd ever indulged in. Pulling it out of him with those deep, dark eyes. And Hannibal was, just for Will, a penitent sinner praying and supplicating, begging for atonement, for closeness, for…
things even Hannibal could not name.
Will sighed as a lonely tear slipped like a dewdrop in a heated desert, down his cheek and vanished into the ether. Hannibal was the most beauteous of monsters he had ever met, meticulous and passionate, Will could feel that beneath the man's skin raged a tempest and Will was parched desperate to be quenched.
He reached down to bring the Dr over his body, a firm grip on the older man's bicep, Will thrust up in search of friction as Hannibal settled in place; “𝒲𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝒶 𝓈𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒-𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹?” he asked brushing his fingers through the salt and pepper strands of Hannibal’s hair unable to make the strands stay behind his ear. The man was a Picasso, perfect in every way. His eyes though devoid of soul hid secrets and places Will could only ever hope to be shown but he knew how complicated and reserved Hannibal was.
He pushed Hannibal up onto his knees and slipped out from underneath “𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓎,” he commanded as he took the Dr's tie and wrapped it around his eyes “𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐼 𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊,” Will’s palm traced over the broad muscles of Hannibal’s back urging him onto his hands and knees. Will touched him as if in worship as he came to kneel behind the Dr and spread him open. Lips pressed over the mounds of Hannibal’s rump, teeth bit into the muscle as he made his way towards his prize, the musk on the Dr's skin drove him on as his tongue found its target. Trailing saliva around its puckered skin, savouring every flutter of it as he kissed and nipped and speared, palms travelled through the hair on Hannibal’s thighs, feeling the hardened muscles and the heat, the Dr was warm to the touch and Will he wanted to devour him as he returned his attention to kissing over the expanse of Hannibal’s back, his shaft sliding perfectly between the Dr's thighs, its cum drip coated tip pressing behind the other’s balls which moved, rotated slowly as if they themselves wanted to smear the cum over its blood engorged head. “𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊,” Will exhaled thrusting his length slowly almost reverently against Hannibal’s taint as his arms encircled the other’s waist.
Hannibal slid easily over Will's body as he was guided, moving down against him the same moment Will thrust up. He leaned his head into Will's firm, gentle touch. “𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔢 𝔰𝔬 𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔬𝔫𝔢-𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡?” he asked, his words tinged with a hint of that roiling passion he kept buried so deep within. “𝔜𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱.” He closed his eyes in peaceful surrender as he allowed Will to manoeuvre him. A barely audible hiss of protest escaped him as the blindfold went over his eyes. He wanted to see Will, never wanted to take his eyes off him, but any way his beloved profiler wanted this was how he would get it. His body arched and yielded into every touch Will blessed him with, yet his hands and knees remained firmly planted. He let out a soft cry of surprise and pleasure as he felt what Will was doing to him, then another moan, increased in volume. The way Will was touching him, handling his body, playing it like the finest harp, was exactly what Hannibal had dreamed of every night since the first day they laid eyes on each other. Feeling it now, so pure, so visceral, so real, Hannibal could not help but sink down his walls and tumble down the well of his own emotion. His breathing was nothing more than ragged moans, wordless begging, for Will to create something truly wondrous with him.
“ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲.” The confession sprung unbidden from the doctor's lips. “𝔓𝔢𝔯𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢 ℑ 𝔪𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲.” These words… He hadn't consciously thought them. They tumbled out without a filter, interspersed with sounds of longing and desire. “𝔓𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢… 𝔚𝔦𝔩𝔩…”
Will rubbed his stubbled jaw over Hannibal’s shoulders as his arms held the waist of the man pressing heavily into his form. Oh he felt so good, so warm, so accommodating and all Will could do was breathe him in. He rocked them in a steady motion, breath caressing the musculature of the peaks and valleys of the God beneath. Tears of ecstasy fell as he slipped back and forth, brushing against the soft epidermis leaving a thin coating of his seed as he heard the melody of their entwining. “𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒹𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓂,” he unattached himself from the warmth he had grown to seep into and took a hold of the calloused hand in his own. A hand firm upon Hannibal’s back he guided him into the plush room. Will had never been here before and his gaze was adorned with eloquent furnishings, plush and comforting. “𝐼𝓉’𝓈 𝑜𝓀 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀,” he settled the man into position, moving legs apart and arms above his head. “𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓂𝑒, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓂𝑒, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓅𝓉 𝓂𝑒,” Will exhaled breathlessly watching the older man’s length move against his stomach. “𝒫𝑒𝓇𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃,” he whispered. The mattress dipped as he settled himself over Hannibal, caging him in beneath, Will's hot breath traced the other's skin delicately and sensuously, his tongue found the sensitivity behind the Dr's knee and Will devoured all he would get “𝒮𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒,” a firm hand upon his torso, pressing into the skin, wanting to feed through into Hannibal's organs, pour into his blood…. Will sang the symphony, kissing and nipping leaving miniscule bruising to the canvas he was worshiping. Where there was moisture left, he blew softly to elicit reaction, where there were teeth he moved like a windswept wave with Hannibal's body and where there were fingers light as a dusting of first snow Will wept.
Every rock of Will's body against him sent sparks of pleasure through Hannibal's body. Will's breath on his bare skin made him shiver, this reminder that they were 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦, that they lived for each other.
‘𝓜𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮’… Will's words echoed in Hannibal's ears, ringing a burning impression into his brain, a melody he would never forget. He leaned into Will's touch, depending on him as he was led into his own room and posed at Will's pleasure.
Accepting Will would be the easiest thing in the world. “𝔜𝔢𝔰,” Hannibal murmured his assent, his body quivering in anticipation. To be called perfection, by someone who was himself perfect or damn near, made Hannibal's heart swell with joy.
Feeling Will's proximity atop him, Hannibal arched his back with a soft groan full of need, a pleading sound he would never have allowed to escape him with anyone else. Yet he obeyed Will's commands, spoken and otherwise, and surrendered to the sensations. A whirlpool of colours burst behind his eyes like fireworks, swirling into a hurricane of desire and pleasure.
“𝔒𝔥, 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. He wanted to say more, wanted to express what this was doing to him, but for once, he simply didn't have the words.
Lips drifted over the inner thigh careful to avoid Hannibal’s most sensitive of organs. 𝓗𝑒 left tiny purple bruises in his wake as he made his way ghost like up the other man's body. Chaste kisses gave way to full blown tongue dancing as Will tasted every inch of the man beneath him.
For a moment Will was lost in his own ecstasy and he worshiped and prayed at the altar of Hannibal. Poised over the elegance that lay beneath him Will leaned only to kiss each eye through the blind fold. “𝒮𝑒𝑒 𝓂𝑒,” he pleaded in prayer as he kissed lips to cheek, to lips to neck, to shoulder and over Hannibal’s pectorals, lapping in the design of the erect buds. Will licked, Will suckled like a newborn lamb and Will twisted violent before kissing the pain away.
His body hovered over Hannibal’s, just the faintest breeze of their combined heat to reassure them both that the other was still there. And Will took Hannibal by the tongue, licking a long line of saliva from the centre of his ball sac to the top of his nectar coated tip. The agent pierced the organ with his tongue, dipping in and out before he swirled around head and moved back down.
He teased the orbs, taking each between his lips and coating it with Spittal before releasing and repeating on the other. His knuckle pressed firmly on the other’s taint, massaging the Dr's prostate from outside. “𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝒢𝑜𝒹,” Will sighed swirling around the heated head and sliding over the frenulum a place he enjoyed.
Hannibal was hardly inexperienced, but it was safe to say that no one had been so successful at edging him. If Hannibal was a god, Will was the devil disguised as a lamb. He could feel rather than hear his own hungry, desperate moans as Will teased and kissed, licked and sucked, twisted and bit his body. “𝔚𝔦𝔩𝔩, 𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢,” he cried out, “𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢, ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱… 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲…”
He longed to touch Will, to hold him, to worship him in kind, to show him everything he deserved and more. He was coming undone under Will's ministrations and he wanted Will to feel the same.
“𝒯𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓂𝑒, 𝓈𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝓂𝑒, 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝓂𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓁 𝓂𝑒,” he groaned as he swallowed that divine thick girth along the roof of his mouth and into the depths of his soul. He was humping the mattress, rubbing his own shaft along the silk sheets, moaning around the length as he hollowed his cheeks to create a suction so intense that saliva started to fall out the corners of his lips.
He pulled and released, wrapped a palm around its base, stroking along his own spittle as he massaged externally the Dr's most prized bundle of nerves.
Granted the permission to touch him, Hannibal lowered one arm from above his head and gripped into Will's hair, petting him, more sloppily than his composure normally allowed, yet here he was losing his composure in the throes of passion. He threaded his fingers through the thick, gorgeous curls and tugged slightly, his hold tensing as his back arched, thrusting himself deeper into Will's mouth. The inside of those cheeks, silky and hot, irresistible and Hannibal was helpless underneath Will's skilled touch.
The weight upon 𝒽𝒾𝓈 tongue, the pressure at the back of his throat, the breaths squeezed out through his nostrils, Will felt his arousal growing, every push between his lips had him seeing the velvety shaft complete with the thick, pulsing vein as it coaxed more blood into the capillaries of Hannibal’s length within his mind. Will slowly pulled off, releasing the suction only when the last bit of flesh left his swollen, tingling lips. Crawling up the bed, like a predator to its prey, arms moving almost silently and pressure upon the other’s skin satin and ethereal. Will let his hand trace the contours of Hannibal's arm as it lay above his head, fingers entwining as if they were made for each other. “𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝑒𝓉𝓇𝓎, 𝓃𝑜 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒹𝑒𝒻𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊.” Will dipped briefly to press a kiss to the man’s lips before he reached across to the drawer and pulled out some lubricant and coated his fingers generously. Reaching between his own open thighs he snaked his hand past Hannibal's sac and made a circle around his entrance. Will watched in awe as the expression changed upon Hannibal's face as he slipped inside him, How his thighs widened, pushing against Wills own whilst he searched momentarily for what would make Hannibal arch in ecstasy.
Hannibal wasn't a praying man, but he couldn't stop a cry of, “𝔒𝔥 𝔊𝔬𝔡, 𝔚𝔦𝔩𝔩!” from escaping him. He was so perfectly skilled that Hannibal wondered how much, if any, practice he had had. Whomever he had pleasured in the past, Hannibal was reaping the rewards now. He thought that before he could become too jealous.
He grasped Will's hand, squeezing with attempted tenderness, though the need to release some of his arousal dashed it. “ℑ𝔣 ℑ'𝔪 𝔭𝔬𝔢𝔱𝔯𝔶,” he panted out between moans of delight, “𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔦𝔣𝔲𝔩, 𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔭𝔬𝔢𝔪 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔫. 𝔄𝔥—𝔚𝔦𝔩𝔩—!” The keening coming from him now was almost inhuman. His body arched involuntarily as he felt something touch him where none had ever dared to touch him before. He saw stars dance behind his eyes as he bucked his hips, seeking that sensation, wanting to drown in it, wanting Will to bury himself inside him.
The way Hannibal undulated, the way his body responded to Will's intrusion was hypnotic and sensual, akin to a cobra and its charmer. The good Dr was sensual in his movements, bearing down upon the one digit that seemed to have the man begging subconsciously for more. Will witnessed it all, watched how each moan of bliss slipped through those beautiful lips, how each individual muscle seemed to propel Hannibal closer to his release, how the man’s cock, hard and solid lay pulsing upon his abdomen and how the light caught the precum as it hung from its tip. Will was enamoured, everything about the man beneath him was sensuality, was fluid and yet solid “𝐻𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒾𝒷𝒶𝓁,” he muttered flicking his finger more and more over the other’s sweet spot, his own shaft a deep purple in its desperation to be hidden within Hannibal's depths. “𝑅𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓍 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝑒,” Will breathed over the man’s body as he removed the single finger and kissed across the sweat coated pectorals whilst he applied lubricant to his shaft and shuffled as gently as he could into position. His thighs pushed softly against Hannibal's own spreading him wider, raising his ass. Will placed a kiss to the cum soaked tip of the other’s cock licking the cum from his lips as he located and pushed passed the tight barrier. He could have given Hannibal more prep but Will needed and Will craved and Will took.
Hannibal's breath was hard and fast, panting like an overheated dog at this point, as he tried to relax his body. “𝔏𝔲𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔦𝔰— 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱,” he managed to gasp out, between moans that sounded …almost helpless. He tried to control his body, not to release before it was time, but oh God, did Will make it difficult! He had barely fully relaxed when Will pressed something much larger and thicker than a finger inside him, and, losing control completely, he cried out, "𝔉𝔘ℭ𝔎!" as hot, pearly liquid shot from his tip, splattering hard on sweaty exposed skin.
The sight of Hannibal in his ecstasy captivated Will as he pushed deeper inside the other male, feeling the heat of the walls, envelop him and the contractions of Hannibal's ring of muscle as he pulsed his seed over himself. The man was glorious in his throes of passion that Will almost came at the sight of it. He began to thrust deep and slow, drawing out the climax that was trying to desperately peak with every movement. he knew Hannibal must be overstimulated but Will was now chasing his own release, tugging those thighs higher, raising his ass into a deeper position, letting them drape over his forearms. Will grunted, and groaned as he slammed in harder and harder, unrhythmically and fast, impaling and hammering himself so hard and fast that sweat was now trickling over his skin. His movements stunted, one long push and he was pulsing his hot seed into Hannibal's depths with a long exhale. His chest rising and falling in desperation to breathe as the next pulse left his cock and the next till his balls were empty and he collapsed exhausted onto the Dr's cum soaked chest.
Hannibal wailed long, helpless moans as Will's slow, controlled thrusts. Arching his back to feel more of it, his body squeezing and undulating on pure instinct. He moaned Will's name like a heathen chant, like a prayer. His body convulsed again as Will started moving faster, less controlled. He cried out for mercy, sweat from his scalp dripping down the fine grey and blond hairs, prickling along his skin. The next time he came, was the same time Will did. His body was humming now, buzzing from head to toe. “𝔜𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔤𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔢,” he panted to the much younger man.
Will nestled into the other’s neck, breathing in the scent of his sweat infused released. He felt incredible and the former agent didn't want to be expelled from the other’s body. But, he felt his shaft grow flaccid and pull its way out of the Dr in increments that had him hiss softly in sensitivity. “𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝑒𝓍𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓃. 𝐼𝒻 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝑒.” Skin to skin, Will lay feeling Hannibal’s heartbeat as it calmed beneath him. he knew he should get up so that the other could clean himself but Will instead moved down the other’s body, lapping hungrily at the cum Hannibal had spilled. Long, slow flicks of his tongue, tasting and swallowing the fluid before it could dry upon his flesh.
Hannibal shivered at the lewd actions of Will's tongue, so daring. Watching him brought a sensation of wistful fondness over Hannibal. “ℑ𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔢𝔵𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔰𝔦𝔱𝔢. 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔢 𝔪𝔢, 𝔚𝔦𝔩𝔩. 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣. 𝔇𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔯𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔦𝔰?”
Will looked up, his chin coated in cum; “𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒸𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒, 𝐼… 𝐼 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝓈𝑜 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝑜𝒻 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒'𝓈 𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼 𝒻𝑜𝒸𝓊𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓊𝓅𝑜𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈 𝐼'𝓂 𝓊𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓁.” He licked his lips before continuing, “𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓉, 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐼 𝓋𝒶𝓁𝓊𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝐼 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒. 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉, 𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊,” lips pressed to Hannibal’s stomach, tongue circling his belly button before licking a strip along the man's shaft and teasing his thighs wider. Will lapped and sucked his own cum from the Dr's swollen hole, moaning and making lewd sounds as his tongue dipped inside to reach its inner recesses.
